The day doesn't start that well. I planned to wake up early but the night was pretty bad. My leg hurt and I woke up every hour. Most of the small bandages fell after I started to take daily showers. Only three are left where the stitches have been removed a week after surgery. This is the area that is sometimes bothering me. Also, my leg falls asleep once in a while and heaviness wakes me up. I'm tired at 6:00 am when my husband wakes up and I drift away until 8:30. Too bad! I dreamed of being all ready for once.
It rained last night and the sky is low and grey when I push the curtains open. But I have an early afternoon meeting with two of my good friends and I am looking forward to driving again and to seeing my friends. So I push myself as I go through my "boring" morning routine. Icing of my knee, breakfast, shower, exercises for my knee, more icing. Finally it's time to go.
Driving a car is like biking: you never forget. I haven't been being the wheels since the 4th of January. Never happened since I got my license. And it feels soooo good!
I meet the sun, ten miles from my home and it's 70 when I park my car across La Boulangerie. This is always a great spot to get coffee and pastries. The owner is from France and bakes delicious cakes, tarts, croissants and even specialty such as La Galette des Rois for Epiphany and La Buche de Noel for Christmas.
I am excited to walk on my own, without crutches and only a brace that I even manage to hide under my trench coat. I know, it's too warm for a coat but it comes handy when you wear a black leg brace.
My friends show up shortly after, and we have as always a great time sharing news about our families and then our writing. Before picking up my two high school kids, I have enough time to stop by CVS and buy a good body lotion, much needed after surgery to both boost my moral and improve the skin of my left leg.
Then, to celebrate my great day, I invite my kids for a drink at Starbucks. It feels like summer this afternoon and they both pick a cold drink. I stick to a hot chai tea latte. After all, it is only early March. What will I order in July when temperatures reach three digits, here in the valley?
I let my daughter drive home. She is so proud and she does so well that I am proud too.
Back home, I kick my boots off.
And ice my knee!
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